“A.. a price?” Fleur stuttered, standing up with wide eyes.
Sheila smirked, her face a mix of malice and pride,
“Yes.” she replied.
“There’s a price he has to pay,” She firmly asserted.
Fleur turned his head to the side, raking his fingers over his hair. He's obviously screwed, big time.
Finally, he exhaled then turned back to Sheila, “What’s the price?” He softly demanded and Sheila huffed, crossing her hands across her chest.
“Not something I have to discuss with you,” She mused, lips curling.
Fleur gasped.
“If your boss cares to know what the price is…..” She paused, then cast Fleur a long, awkward glance.
“Then he needs to see me,” She finalized authoritatively and Fleur's hands slumped on his side.
What now? Tell Arthur that Sheila demands to see him? It didn't make any sens
